[Chorus]
Bitch I’m boss Rick Ross, uh
Lil woadie trippin off the nock okay
You gon catch me sippin’ on the Voss
Money clean cause’ I use the floss okay
Santa, put you on the list you a lick
You a naughty boy, woadie you a bitch okay and
You can hold this coal cuz you a bad boy okay
Don’t try it, I keep iron on me, Slick Rick
[Verse 1]
In my manner we making them toys
All my elf’s filled with joy
When they gifitin’ the rugers and blicks
We movin that work cross the nation
Even yo location
Like that boy Shaquille we moving them bricks
Gave that boy coal now he think I’m a dick
Well maybe next year don’t act like a female
A bitch, talk crazy next year imma slide through the cut leavе a hitch in yo sitch
Don’t talk tough to Rudolph he’ll prance on yo ass like his bro lеave that red on yo nose take yo face off
Me and them deers bout to swerve in the red and the gold with them choppas we takin the case off
Okay, woadie it’s winter no mufuckin days off
Jits being good we do mufuckin payoffs
Fuck all them boys being bad we gon take off
Dishin the rock left and right like the playoffs
[Chorus]
Bitch I’m boss Rick Ross, uh
Lil woadie trippin off the nock okay
You gon catch me sippin’ on the Voss
Money clean cause’ I use the floss okay
Santa, put you on the list you a lick
You a naughty boy, woadie you a bitch okay and
You can hold this coal cuz you a bad boy okay
Don’t try it, I keep iron on me, Slick Rick
[Verse 2]
I ain’t feeling the holiday spirit I’m feeling the spirit of murking these fucka’s
They come by the gang and act naughty I swear on the mufuckin North Pole we layin out busta’s
I trek cross the lands with the ice like the North Pole and South Pole I feel like the Ice Road trucka’s
I ain’t simping for that lil bitch misses Claus Imma stay with nog cause’ I am not them
Sucka’s
Bitch I am Santa you know this job ain’t easy
All these cookies got me feeling real queasy
I’ma pull up on the grinch give em the breezy
You know I keep a cup on me like I’m wheezy
Balling days, this is them
Mix the nog up with the gin, like it’s chem
Move em gifts, all we know
Calling plays, give and go
Got a big ass tree I got it from the sap
I gon move with the ruger think I need
A nap
I swear these people irk me they itchin to cap
I’m tired of being humble can’t keep
In wrap
Hold on man fuck a lil kid I keep gat on my lap
That lil ah boy talking shit bet he dying
To scrap
Think I might have call up the elf’s in the trap
You know they got the push and the pole with the strap
Bitch I’m boss Rick Ross, uh
Lil woadie trippin off the nock okay
You gon catch me sippin’ on the Voss
Money clean cause’ I use the floss okay
Santa, put you on the list you a lick
You a naughty boy, woadie you a bitch okay and
You can hold this coal cuz you a bad boy okay
Don’t try it, I keep iron on me, Slick Rick
[Verse 1]
In my manner we making them toys
All my elf’s filled with joy
When they gifitin’ the rugers and blicks
We movin that work cross the nation
Even yo location
Like that boy Shaquille we moving them bricks
Gave that boy coal now he think I’m a dick
Well maybe next year don’t act like a female
A bitch, talk crazy next year imma slide through the cut leavе a hitch in yo sitch
Don’t talk tough to Rudolph he’ll prance on yo ass like his bro lеave that red on yo nose take yo face off
Me and them deers bout to swerve in the red and the gold with them choppas we takin the case off
Okay, woadie it’s winter no mufuckin days off
Jits being good we do mufuckin payoffs
Fuck all them boys being bad we gon take off
Dishin the rock left and right like the playoffs
[Chorus]
Bitch I’m boss Rick Ross, uh
Lil woadie trippin off the nock okay
You gon catch me sippin’ on the Voss
Money clean cause’ I use the floss okay
Santa, put you on the list you a lick
You a naughty boy, woadie you a bitch okay and
You can hold this coal cuz you a bad boy okay
Don’t try it, I keep iron on me, Slick Rick
[Verse 2]
I ain’t feeling the holiday spirit I’m feeling the spirit of murking these fucka’s
They come by the gang and act naughty I swear on the mufuckin North Pole we layin out busta’s
I trek cross the lands with the ice like the North Pole and South Pole I feel like the Ice Road trucka’s
I ain’t simping for that lil bitch misses Claus Imma stay with nog cause’ I am not them
Sucka’s
Bitch I am Santa you know this job ain’t easy
All these cookies got me feeling real queasy
I’ma pull up on the grinch give em the breezy
You know I keep a cup on me like I’m wheezy
Balling days, this is them
Mix the nog up with the gin, like it’s chem
Move em gifts, all we know
Calling plays, give and go
Got a big ass tree I got it from the sap
I gon move with the ruger think I need
A nap
I swear these people irk me they itchin to cap
I’m tired of being humble can’t keep
In wrap
Hold on man fuck a lil kid I keep gat on my lap
That lil ah boy talking shit bet he dying
To scrap
Think I might have call up the elf’s in the trap
You know they got the push and the pole with the strap
( Majin Tai )
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